"It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back."
Zheng Xia's eyes were misty with tears, yet she wore a smile on her face.
"Sister Xia, let's go home."
This was not the place to talk, Jiang Xiaobai walked over and picked up the little boy hiding behind Zheng Xia.
Soon, they arrived at Zheng Xia's old house in the suburbs. Ever since the incident, Zheng Xia had brought her child here.
"Xiaoyong, be good, go play in the yard."
Zheng Xia took a deflated ball out from the house and tossed it into the yard, the little boy chased after it.
"Xiaobai, have a seat. The condition of the house isn't much, I hope you don't mind."
Zheng Xia's smile was tinged with bitterness; the house was bare with only three small stools, and one of them was missing a leg.
Jiang Xiaobai sat down, taking the water Zheng Xia poured for him. There were no cups in the house, so they used white porcelain bowls meant for eating to drink from.